[Awwww yis. Giraffe. Bet ya love that Mamushi. ♥]
“You- you look like an- an old man.â€
White fabric from a spring styled skirt bunched around D’ly’s upper thighs displaying her slender legs. They draped over Vorsaile’s shoulders whom sat in a simple white armchair pushed against a white cocktail table where D’ly sat.
…everything in the living room that they occupied was white; the walls, the drapes, the sofa, the shaving cream that covered the lower half of Vorsaile’s face and neck, even the bone handle of a recently cleaned and sharpened straight razor that he held loose in his hands. It all looked so elegant.
He chuckled, “Am I not already?â€
D’ly placed her index and middle finger to the underside of his chin, lifting it up so that his head tilted back and rested in her lap.
“Thirty-seven years is not- not that old.†She replied, a-matter-a-factly.
“Its not?†He asked, staring up at her with a cocked brow.
“I- I  do not- not think so.â€
Their words fell into silence; into the pure, fresh room that was one of many in the building that Vorsaile called home. He hadn’t call it home for long — only coming into his possession about four years before — however newly made memories that were created in its halls were fond and plenty; everything a new homeowner would want.
Memories had continued to be created. At that moment in time they were made with a cool razor securely held in D’ly’s right hand while she slowly, gently scraped it up Vorsaile’s neck, against the grain of the his beard(more so stubble).
At any moment the memory in progress could have been cut short with just a flick of her wrist. There was something so intimate about it; to have his life held in the hands of his friend. It sent a tingle up and down his spine. Had Vorsaile been told twenty years ago that being shaved could give him a calming rush he would have looked at the sayer like they had two head. Yet there he sat, relishing her careful movements with both razor and hand.
“I swear I’ve gained more wrinkles.â€
“Vorsaile!†D’ly cried, removing the blade from his skin as she took a glob of shaving cream from the nearby mug and smear it across his nose.
Voresaile let out a bellow of a laugh. He wiped the cream from his nose and reached up to redistribute onto her’s. He missed mear ilms as she jerked away to the wall behind her, setting the razor on the table and sliding it a fulm away to avoid any injuries.
“Don’t think you will get away that easily!†He turned around in his chair with one knee on the seat and his opposite foot solid against the ground.
D’ly let out a startled gasp which became a squeaky giggle. It was a kind of joyous giggle that your ears followed up and down in jumps. One that only furthered the Elezen’s playful drive to try and put the cream on her nose. But first he had to get in range.
With his grip on the back of the chair he used it to pull himself forward before removing his hand, wrapping it around her waist, and sliding her toward him in one fluid motion.
She squeaked, her hands pressed against his shoulders as she turned her head. It was no use, he won.
“Got you.†He dabbed the cream on the tip of her nose.
“Ahh- ahaha!†She giggled at his victory. “I-It- it seems y-you have!†Her head turned, careful not to bump their foreheads against each other’s due to their close proximity.
Vorsaile closed the gap as he placed his forehead to her’s. A smile that had found his lips to be a comfortable home grew into a grin.
Time around them felt like it had stopped, if only for a moment…
Tick.
But time never stopped. The clock on the fireplace mantel on the other side of the room reminded them, specifically D’ly, that it never truly stopped.
“Ah!†She pulled away from her friend, eyes focused on what the clock read. “Oh- oh! We- we must clean you up!â€
Vorsaile whirled around to following her eyes to the time.
“Sit- sit back down, will you not?†D’ly placed weight on his shoulder as she spoke.
He quickly complied.
“Your clothing, are- are they clean?†The razor returned to her clean hand while the one covered in cream reapplied fresh to his unshaven face.
“They are.†Once more he tilted his head back into her lap to give D’ly better ease at removing his unwanted facial hair.
“Good. It- it would not- not be wise to show up in- in dirty clothing.â€
“Says the one who has never been on a date.â€
D’ly paused…
Vorsaie blinked.
The both of them broke into a fit of laughter much stronger than the one before. It filled the entire room, and into the next, and the next as they frantically traveled to the necessary ones(bathroom, kitchen, entrance) to finish the Elezen’s preparations before sending him off.
“Do- do be safe.†D’ly stood on her toes in the doorway to his home, her arms outstretched.
“I will.†He embraced her, his arms around her shoulders for a final farewell hug for the night.
And what a night it was.
“You- you look like an- an old man.â€
White fabric from a spring styled skirt bunched around D’ly’s upper thighs displaying her slender legs. They draped over Vorsaile’s shoulders whom sat in a simple white armchair pushed against a white cocktail table where D’ly sat.
…everything in the living room that they occupied was white; the walls, the drapes, the sofa, the shaving cream that covered the lower half of Vorsaile’s face and neck, even the bone handle of a recently cleaned and sharpened straight razor that he held loose in his hands. It all looked so elegant.
He chuckled, “Am I not already?â€
D’ly placed her index and middle finger to the underside of his chin, lifting it up so that his head tilted back and rested in her lap.
“Thirty-seven years is not- not that old.†She replied, a-matter-a-factly.
“Its not?†He asked, staring up at her with a cocked brow.
“I- I  do not- not think so.â€
Their words fell into silence; into the pure, fresh room that was one of many in the building that Vorsaile called home. He hadn’t call it home for long — only coming into his possession about four years before — however newly made memories that were created in its halls were fond and plenty; everything a new homeowner would want.
Memories had continued to be created. At that moment in time they were made with a cool razor securely held in D’ly’s right hand while she slowly, gently scraped it up Vorsaile’s neck, against the grain of the his beard(more so stubble).
At any moment the memory in progress could have been cut short with just a flick of her wrist. There was something so intimate about it; to have his life held in the hands of his friend. It sent a tingle up and down his spine. Had Vorsaile been told twenty years ago that being shaved could give him a calming rush he would have looked at the sayer like they had two head. Yet there he sat, relishing her careful movements with both razor and hand.
“I swear I’ve gained more wrinkles.â€
“Vorsaile!†D’ly cried, removing the blade from his skin as she took a glob of shaving cream from the nearby mug and smear it across his nose.
Voresaile let out a bellow of a laugh. He wiped the cream from his nose and reached up to redistribute onto her’s. He missed mear ilms as she jerked away to the wall behind her, setting the razor on the table and sliding it a fulm away to avoid any injuries.
“Don’t think you will get away that easily!†He turned around in his chair with one knee on the seat and his opposite foot solid against the ground.
D’ly let out a startled gasp which became a squeaky giggle. It was a kind of joyous giggle that your ears followed up and down in jumps. One that only furthered the Elezen’s playful drive to try and put the cream on her nose. But first he had to get in range.
With his grip on the back of the chair he used it to pull himself forward before removing his hand, wrapping it around her waist, and sliding her toward him in one fluid motion.
She squeaked, her hands pressed against his shoulders as she turned her head. It was no use, he won.
“Got you.†He dabbed the cream on the tip of her nose.
“Ahh- ahaha!†She giggled at his victory. “I-It- it seems y-you have!†Her head turned, careful not to bump their foreheads against each other’s due to their close proximity.
Vorsaile closed the gap as he placed his forehead to her’s. A smile that had found his lips to be a comfortable home grew into a grin.
Time around them felt like it had stopped, if only for a moment…
Tick.
But time never stopped. The clock on the fireplace mantel on the other side of the room reminded them, specifically D’ly, that it never truly stopped.
“Ah!†She pulled away from her friend, eyes focused on what the clock read. “Oh- oh! We- we must clean you up!â€
Vorsaile whirled around to following her eyes to the time.
“Sit- sit back down, will you not?†D’ly placed weight on his shoulder as she spoke.
He quickly complied.
“Your clothing, are- are they clean?†The razor returned to her clean hand while the one covered in cream reapplied fresh to his unshaven face.
“They are.†Once more he tilted his head back into her lap to give D’ly better ease at removing his unwanted facial hair.
“Good. It- it would not- not be wise to show up in- in dirty clothing.â€
“Says the one who has never been on a date.â€
D’ly paused…
Vorsaie blinked.
The both of them broke into a fit of laughter much stronger than the one before. It filled the entire room, and into the next, and the next as they frantically traveled to the necessary ones(bathroom, kitchen, entrance) to finish the Elezen’s preparations before sending him off.
“Do- do be safe.†D’ly stood on her toes in the doorway to his home, her arms outstretched.
“I will.†He embraced her, his arms around her shoulders for a final farewell hug for the night.
And what a night it was.